A lone white rose lies
Cut, in this bed of
Bloodied soil
A strong, wild stalk
With vicious barbs adorned
With lies of beauty
A petal furls
The bronzing edge
As golden as the sunrise
A core lives on
This small sacrifice
Dedicated, it will suffice
All petals roll, depleted
Lives, ending the core
Ending a life
A tattered leaf lies
Limp. Wind whistling
Through this holey sheet
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A bitter stalk of lemon
Zest, is all that's left
Of this proud pest
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White Love
PoetryHi Everyone! So, by now i'm guessing you all have a relatively good idea that i LOVE poetry, so i'm titling this next set based off my first poem, "A lone white rose". If any of you new followers or readers are wondering, the book titled "Warrior" w...
